Monday, March 2, 2015

Drowning Divinity

One of the more amusing things to do in a bar, late at night, with only a few dreary souls left around, is to watch one or more of those wretched souls slowly decaying into drunkenness. Blabbering all of their hearts out, vomiting all the little loathsome self-pity details of a life so wrecked-full of disappointments…

And then, as you soak it all up, you can start thinking, how wonderful it must feel if you are a divine being, bounded by a weird destiny, to listen and record all these drunkards’ mumblings, for no other reason than to compel them to drown further into their bottles…and end their miserable existence in the embrace of the divine purgatory of their heady mead… 


Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Headless Alley

I saw this lady, one day, out in the rain 
Walking like a lost puppy
Without a head

Felt a bit strange trying to warn her, she hasn’t got a head 
Tried it anyway

No luck, she actually tried 
push me away
like a stupid fuck

I wasn’t happy, so took her down an alley
Cut her up good
And saved some for dinner 

Felt a bit strange, but I did try to warn her, she hasn’t got a head 
Tried it and got push away 
anyway

Fix her up good, down some alleyway
It was all fine
morning after
she didn't even linger



AM 2015

Sunday, February 22, 2015

Wise Master

at their best, there is gentleness in Humanity.
some understanding and, at times, acts of
courage
but all in all it is a mass, a glob that doesn't
have too much.
it is like a large animal deep in sleep and
almost nothing can awaken it.
when activated it's best at brutality,
selfishness, unjust judgments, murder.

what can we do with it, this Humanity?



Charles Bukowski – “What Can We Do?”

Saturday, February 21, 2015

Audio Anesthetic I

It’s difficult to put into words how certain musical works just puts one to sleep like a baby. At times, it works almost as effective as a few shots of whiskey.

Perhaps the best way to describe is to share the listening experience…

Although, perhaps it should not be done without due concern for astrological symmetry…. 


Friday, February 20, 2015

Giant

It takes a giant, I suppose, to tolerate all the trivial, frivolous things that the dominant species on this rock could do 


At the very least, one can probably find some sort of relieve in the mental imagery of a giant foot, crushing down on all the antics that plague the horizon…

Thursday, February 19, 2015

That Time Of year Again

It’s that time of year again, when people want to celebrate the moment they were pulled out from the womb in a galore of gut wrenching pain to their mothers…

Celebrate it with gifts and cakes, for all the blood, sweat, semen and stress shed for their life to come to be… Well I think this year I have the perfect gift for all.

A little something to remind us that the soothing, tranquil void is never that difficult, never that far away to reach... 


We just have to listen to it, when it advise and beckons… 

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Darkness

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,

E.A.P. 1845

Tuesday, January 20, 2015

Numbers Don’t Lie?

12.3.12 as factors multiply to this product:  12 * 3 * 12 = 432 (which is a fractal of the Sun’s radius at 432,000 miles)

12.12.12 = 1728 (the perfect cubic measurement and the number of Linear Sacred Cubits comprising Noah’s Ark)


12.21.12 = 3024 (the fractal of the base perimeter in feet of the Great Pyramid of Giza)
So:  432 + 1728 + 3024 = 5184 ./. 3 = 1728 and 5184 is 1/5 of the 25,920 Year Great Precessional of the Mazzaroth/Zodiac (or one of the Mayan Sun/Ages) whose immediate full cycle is anticipated to occur on or about Dec. 21, 2012 or 2112 – folks – we’re at the OMEGA POINT!

2112  DECODED - Doug Krieger

Sunday, January 18, 2015

Wonderful View XXI

Every little bunny
Has a habit that is funny.


It doesn't matter where he goes
He always wrinkles up his nose.

Ena Hawken

Saturday, January 17, 2015

Sleep

For fellow insomniac everywhere, the secret to a good night sleep is not in the form of a glass of milk; warm baths; aroma therapy; reading books; sex; or sharpening of cutlery. 


It lies in a well crafted, delicately orchestrated, superbly twisted, recording of a whirlwind of psychological outbursts…with a nice touch of discordant violins and saxophones. 

Trust me. You’ll sleep like a baby, on an abandoned grave.